The body dies, but the soul continues. Life is a bitch. Life is, indeed, mostly birth, sickness, old age, and then, death. Given the daily increasing pressures which life enforces on us, who are we to say what is good, right, moral, and normal? Who should care or bother themselves with where another finds those most valuable of all commodities- camaraderie, love, and affection? Especially in an age when these are as rare as radioactive isotopes...